Title: Tutor

Author: me! (Flowerfluffy)

Rating: G

Warnings: If you don't live on Earth, then DON'T READ THIS!

I don't own the characters; all the credits go to people with difficult Japanese names :3

Summary: Just a little peek into the lives of Sven and Eve as loving father and daughter. Series of oneshots surrounding Sven and Eve. Open for suggestions :)

Booooooooooooy oh boy! Girl, just stop the talking, and start the fanfiction! Okay, here you go :D


Ice cream

"Which flavour would you like to try this time, Eve?"

"Hm, I'll have what you're having, dad."

"Okay, two scoops of strawberry it is."

"Daaad, not again! You always pick the same flavour!"

"That's why I asked you what flavour you wanted!"

Sven smiles. Every time they go out for a stroll or to do some shopping, Eve and him will stop by an ice cream parlour to get Eve some of her beloved ice cream. Ever since the first time they had ice cream together, it had become a small tradition for the both of them to always have ice cream together. The ice cream parlour they always go to is small with only one display of ice cream, but it always has a changing variety of flavours and all of the ice cream is made in house. Eve loves it.

"Hmm, why don't we try the… the… how do you pronounce this?"

Eve hunches over the display and points at the tub of ice cream that's white in colour with little chocolate sprinkles and chunks inside of it. The name tag under it has a very strange word scribbled onto it. Sven bends over and tries to read it.

"Strrr, straasha, straashyah." Sven crinkles his nose during his attempt at pronouncing it and it makes Eve giggle. Apparently he looks silly doing it.

"Well, don't laugh at me. Try to say it yourself then." Sven chuckles as he straightens his back. Eve giggles a bit more and looks just as intently at the name tag as Sven did before.

"Sssssss."

Here it comes.

"Straaashiaa… teelaa."

"Close enough, young lady!" Sven and Eve look up to see the parlour's owner looking amusedly at them.

"It's pronounced stracciatella and it is a classic Italian recipe. It's vanilla ice cream mixed with liquid dark chocolate, so you can taste the vanilla and the chocolate in every bite you take!"

Sven looks over at Eve and sees that she's a little embarrassed at their childlike display of trying to pronounce the name of an ice cream flavour. Sven decides to take over the reins and place the order for them. But before he could say anything, the owner spoke up.

"You guys come here quite often, don't you?" Silenced, Sven and Eve looked at each other and nodded simultaneously. The owner laughs and scoops up some stracciatella ice cream into two chocolate covered waffle cones.

"Well, it's nice to see a parent and child be so close. Kids nowadays always have their eyes glued to a computer screen or a phone and most parents are gone off to work and rarely see their children. So I'm glad if you can come here together to enjoy some of my delicious ice cream. Have some on me today and I hope to see you again soon." The owner hands Sven their ice cream and makes his way to the back again.

Sven hands Eve her ice cream and sees her looking at her treat and smiling a little. Sven thinks about what the owner said and smiles too. It's not been uncommon for them to be seen as father and daughter lately and he remembers it always makes Eve happy when people comment on them being close or even that she looks like him. Even though they don't share blood, they share that family connection and people are starting to notice. Eve looks at Sven and sees him smiling too.

"What are you smiling for?" She asks. Sven blinks at her.

"I guess people really do see us as father and daughter, don't they."

Eve's face breaks into a big smile and she links her arm with his and turns around with him to leave the shop.

"That's because we are." Eve beams at Sven. And Sven, upon seeing her so happy, felt a similarly big smile creep up his face as well. He feels the ice cream melt onto his hand and takes a quick bite. It's pretty good. He looks over at Eve, blissfully licking her ice cream. This flavour might be his new favourite.


JUST IGNORE THE FACT THAT SHE CALLED HIM DAD AT THE BEGINNING WHICH COULD'VE GIVEN AWAY THAT THEY'RE FATHER AND DAUGHTER. JUST LET ME HAVE THIS MOMENT xD

Hahahaha, sorry for screaming at ya. I'm just überdüper happy to be writing again. The last update was in 2015, so it took me five years to get back into this fanfiction again. It's been such a revelation to me to see what I've written in the past. I'm so proud of my work, I really took my time to perfect the stories and it really paid off. Though lately, I've been less perfect-oriented and more result-oriented. So I have the feeling my work might change and might even deteriorate in quality (I'm calling myself out before you guys T.T), but I think the whole 'trying to make it perfect' made it very difficult for me to put another chapter or anything up. So right now I'm trying to still hold a relatively high standard for my work, but also a little less, so I can publish more stories and still be a little proud of the work I put into it

And this cute little chapter was of course inspired by the summer and all of the ice cream that's being eaten... by me! And I also think it's a nice thought that the mannerisms and general appearance of Sven and Eve have become similar to those of parent and child. They're so cute and sweet and darling together, nyu x3

I hope you guys are having a good time and are not dying of a heat stroke in your own apartment (like me) and I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Please leave your thoughts, feedback, suggestions, life philosophy or anything in the comments, because that's also a big boost for me to keep writing!

See ya hopefully very soon!

Mrow - Flowerfluffy